Show eJ S SMILE M I LB AWHILE H I L LI By LEE EE HINGSTON G I write an epic In my youth the wisdom of my score of year yea in one great gob of truth and told the world its its' end was tears tean t hoary learning scoff at pleasure laughter love and fame I Is IsI earth where it got off oft for tor Cynic was my middle name With ci cia ca caa caa a magazine to print this fruit of nights of toll the editor wrote I bean and take a dose of castor oil Strange but I took the sage editor had given me then read my ray epic over twi twice e and went a aIn aTin aT ar arin In the sea And by that action still enthused I wrote a little hi ho hohe hohe he who my masterpiece refused to took k this and sent a t ten n along alon- alongI 1 I spent in postage stamps to spread that counsel far and well weil writhed e i in Iii psychic cramps and dwelt within a private hell A An Af said I should be pinched for tor sending insults through the mall mali ano am t to have m me lynched and almost had me put In Jail a and d yet yel ano not woes I went to cheer up for his good took down three feet feeL of oU and chased me from the the neighborhood But till they come and and swing me high upon a a. rope I Jl sit beneath my roy greenwood tn ti upon my harp of hope p I J r D I JI |